big town blues (xv)
the pseudo lives

child me dreamt
solo ships so human
centuries between
depart for arrive
pseudo lives spent
virtuality

just then’s tomorrow
projected onto death
my hymnen my alien
my familiar cosmology
an uneared cat
projected onto death

all that presume
our height our senses
our physiology our most everything
as though every ten billion years
resulted in another us
a so ordinary us
stuckist evolution
yeah that’s the evidence alright